#AmericanWriters
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—