#AmericanWriters
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
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,
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—