#AmericanWriters
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,