#AmericanWriters
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—