#AmericanWriters
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.