#AmericanWriters
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
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—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us