#AmericanWriters
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
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,
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.