#AmericanWriters
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—