#AmericanWriters
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
