#AmericanWriters
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases