#AmericanWriters
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—