#AmericanWriters
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—