#AmericanWriters
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
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,
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—