#AmericanWriters
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -