#AmericanWriters
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
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.
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!