#AmericanWriters
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—