#AmericanWriters
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom