#AmericanWriters
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…