#AmericanWriters
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came