#AmericanWriters
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—