#AmericanWriters
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—