#AmericanWriters
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
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,
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—