#AmericanWriters
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—