#AmericanWriters
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base