#AmericanWriters
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…