#AmericanWriters
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!