#AmericanWriters
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—