#AmericanWriters
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
