#AmericanWriters
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.