#AmericanWriters
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—