#AmericanWriters
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—