#AmericanWriters
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.