#AmericanWriters
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so