#AmericanWriters
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—