#AmericanWriters
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—