#AmericanWriters
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—