#AmericanWriters
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling