#AmericanWriters
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
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,
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,