#AmericanWriters
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—