#AmericanWriters
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand