#AmericanWriters
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!