#AmericanWriters
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -