#AmericanWriters
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye