#AmericanWriters
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—