#AmericanWriters
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—