#AmericanWriters
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,