#AmericanWriters
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—