#AmericanWriters
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will