#AmericanWriters
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—