#AmericanWriters
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?