#AmericanWriters
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—