#AmericanWriters
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—