#AmericanWriters
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.