#AmericanWriters
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…