#AmericanWriters
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
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,
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity