#AmericanWriters
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—