#AmericanWriters
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
