#AmericanWriters
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—