#AmericanWriters
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow