#AmericanWriters
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—