#AmericanWriters
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—