#AmericanWriters
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—