#AmericanWriters
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
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
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.