#AmericanWriters
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—