#AmericanWriters
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—