#AmericanWriters
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws