#AmericanWriters
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.