#AmericanWriters
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
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,
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,