#AmericanWriters
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
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—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!