#AmericanWriters
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –