#AmericanWriters
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
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
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
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…
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech