#AmericanWriters
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day