#AmericanWriters
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…