#AmericanWriters
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—