#AmericanWriters
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—