#AmericanWriters
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take