#AmericanWriters
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
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…