#AmericanWriters
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—