#AmericanWriters
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;