#AmericanWriters
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—