#AmericanWriters
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—