#AmericanWriters
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
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
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—