#AmericanWriters
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun