#AmericanWriters
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
