#AmericanWriters
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—