#AmericanWriters
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—