#AmericanWriters
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
