#AmericanWriters
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—