#AmericanWriters
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.