#AmericanWriters
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live