#AmericanWriters
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree