#AmericanWriters
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn