#AmericanWriters
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…