#AmericanWriters
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
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…
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…