#AmericanWriters
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words