#AmericanWriters
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will