#AmericanWriters
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,