#AmericanWriters
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
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
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns