#AmericanWriters
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
