#AmericanWriters
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty