#AmericanWriters
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
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…
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—