#AmericanWriters
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
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—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…