#AmericanWriters
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—