#AmericanWriters
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—