#AmericanWriters
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
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—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have