#AmericanWriters
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…