#AmericanWriters
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh