#AmericanWriters
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion