#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—