#AmericanWriters
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
