#AmericanWriters
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—