#AmericanWriters
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…