#AmericanWriters
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
