#AmericanWriters
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—