#AmericanWriters
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?