#AmericanWriters
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–
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—