#AmericanWriters
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
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,
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—