#AmericanWriters
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—