#AmericanWriters
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’—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—