#AmericanWriters
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
