#AmericanWriters
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—