#AmericanWriters
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.