#AmericanWriters
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—