#AmericanWriters
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature