#AmericanWriters
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal