#AmericanWriters
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—