#AmericanWriters
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,