#AmericanWriters
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—