#AmericanWriters
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
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
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -