#AmericanWriters
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—