#AmericanWriters
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
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!
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—