#AmericanWriters
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—