#AmericanWriters
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine