#AmericanWriters
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.