#AmericanWriters
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…