#AmericanWriters
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—