#AmericanWriters
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
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
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
