#AmericanWriters
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…