#AmericanWriters
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—