#AmericanWriters
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—