#AmericanWriters
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive