#AmericanWriters
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.