#AmericanWriters
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
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.
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—