#AmericanWriters
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
