#AmericanWriters
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…