#AmericanWriters
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before