#AmericanWriters
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
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
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different