#AmericanWriters
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.