#AmericanWriters
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!