#AmericanWriters
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.