#AmericanWriters
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—