#AmericanWriters
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—