#AmericanWriters
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—