#AmericanWriters
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—