#AmericanWriters
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
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?
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!