#AmericanWriters
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
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…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light