#AmericanWriters
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,