#AmericanWriters
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—