#AmericanWriters
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
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
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—