#AmericanWriters
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…