#AmericanWriters
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!