#AmericanWriters
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—