#AmericanWriters
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
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—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.