#AmericanWriters
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
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…
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—