#AmericanWriters
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—