#AmericanWriters
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree