#AmericanWriters
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—