#AmericanWriters
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—