#AmericanWriters
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy