#AmericanWriters
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
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,
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave