#AmericanWriters
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -