#AmericanWriters
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
