#AmericanWriters
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
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
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!