#AmericanWriters
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
