#AmericanWriters
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud