#AmericanWriters
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
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…
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—