#AmericanWriters
READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore
“Morning”'—means “Milking”'—to th… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L… Just revelation’—to the Beloved’—
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
769 One and One’—are One’— Two’—be finished using’— Well enough for Schools’— But for Minor Choosing’—
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,
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,