#AmericanWriters
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—