#AmericanWriters
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
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 -
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
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.
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom