#AmericanWriters
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?