#AmericanWriters
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—