#AmericanWriters
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
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,
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
