#AmericanWriters
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—