#AmericanWriters
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
