#AmericanWriters
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—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
