#AmericanWriters
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.