#AmericanWriters
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—