#AmericanWriters
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
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 floor
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—