#AmericanWriters
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me