#AmericanWriters
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—