#AmericanWriters
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith