#AmericanWriters
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—