#AmericanWriters
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!