#AmericanWriters
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
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’—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
