#AmericanWriters
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
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,
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine