#AmericanWriters
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—