#AmericanWriters
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—