#AmericanWriters
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—