#AmericanWriters
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—