#AmericanWriters
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—