#AmericanWriters
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
XXXIII 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
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—