#AmericanWriters
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—