#AmericanWriters
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—