#AmericanWriters
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—