#AmericanWriters
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life