#AmericanWriters
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple