#AmericanWriters
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
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!
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.