#AmericanWriters
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—