#AmericanWriters
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.