#AmericanWriters
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
