#AmericanWriters
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -