#AmericanWriters
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.