#AmericanWriters
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth