#AmericanWriters
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony