#AmericanWriters
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—