#AmericanWriters
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket