#AmericanWriters
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
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
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!