#AmericanWriters
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -