#AmericanWriters
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
