#AmericanWriters
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—