#AmericanWriters
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,