#AmericanWriters
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
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,
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—