#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
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…
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—