#AmericanWriters
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.