#AmericanWriters
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.