#AmericanWriters
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—