#AmericanWriters
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
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—
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
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,