#AmericanWriters
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…