#AmericanWriters
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—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—