#AmericanWriters
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.