#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
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…
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—