#AmericanWriters
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
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!
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’—
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
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.
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.