#AmericanWriters
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
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…
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—