#AmericanWriters
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
