#AmericanWriters
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
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…
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…