#AmericanWriters
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—