#AmericanWriters
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
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…
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—