#AmericanWriters
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
Through the Dark Sod’—as Educati… The Lily passes sure’— Feels her white foot’—no trepidati… Her faith’—no fear’— Afterward’—in the Meadow’—
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith