#AmericanWriters
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—