#AmericanWriters
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal