#AmericanWriters
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
