#AmericanWriters
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
‘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…
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—