#AmericanWriters
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different