#AmericanWriters
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…