#AmericanWriters
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—