#AmericanWriters
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
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—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
