#AmericanWriters
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—