#AmericanWriters
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
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—