#AmericanWriters
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.