#AmericanWriters
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases