#AmericanWriters
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
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,
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—