#AmericanWriters
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
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?
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.