#AmericanWriters
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.