#AmericanWriters
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority