#AmericanWriters
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—