#AmericanWriters
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize