#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
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.