#AmericanWriters
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
