#AmericanWriters
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,