#AmericanWriters
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
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…
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—