#AmericanWriters
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—