#AmericanWriters
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me