#AmericanWriters
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—