#AmericanWriters
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
