#AmericanWriters
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—