#AmericanWriters
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—