#AmericanWriters
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —