#AmericanWriters
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.