#AmericanWriters
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men