#AmericanWriters
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—