#AmericanWriters
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained