#AmericanWriters
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.