#AmericanWriters
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—