#AmericanWriters
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!