#AmericanWriters
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —