#AmericanWriters
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.