#AmericanWriters
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
