#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—