#AmericanWriters
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!