#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
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
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—