#AmericanWriters
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—