#AmericanWriters
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,