#AmericanWriters
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—