#AmericanWriters
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—