#AmericanWriters
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—