#AmericanWriters
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—