#AmericanWriters
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
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’—
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
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…
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near