#AmericanWriters
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…