#AmericanWriters
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.