#AmericanWriters
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,