#AmericanWriters
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.