#AmericanWriters
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…