#AmericanWriters
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,