#AmericanWriters
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east