#AmericanWriters
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.