#AmericanWriters
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
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…
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—