#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then