#AmericanWriters
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—