#AmericanWriters
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
