#AmericanWriters
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,