#AmericanWriters
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—