#AmericanWriters
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
The Grass so little has to do ' A Sphere of simple Green ' With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain ' And stir all day to pretty Tunes
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself