#AmericanWriters
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
