#AmericanWriters
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.