#AmericanWriters
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,