#AmericanWriters
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
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 Floo…
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…