#AmericanWriters
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
