#AmericanWriters
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell