#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days