#AmericanWriters
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
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—
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.