#AmericanWriters
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.