#AmericanWriters
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
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
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,