#AmericanWriters
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
