#AmericanWriters
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back