#AmericanWriters
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—