#AmericanWriters
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—