#AmericanWriters
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar