#AmericanWriters
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.