#AmericanWriters
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—