#AmericanWriters
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—