#AmericanWriters
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–