#AmericanWriters
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—