#AmericanWriters
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…