#AmericanWriters
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
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
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?