#AmericanWriters
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
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…
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf