#AmericanWriters
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—