#AmericanWriters
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—