#AmericanWriters
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
