#AmericanWriters
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before