#AmericanWriters
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
