#AmericanWriters
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,
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species