#AmericanWriters
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.