#AmericanWriters
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
692 The Sun kept setting’—setting’—st… No Hue of Afternoon’— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon’—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
398 I had not minded’—Walls’— Were Universe’—one Rock’— And fr I heard his silver Call The other side the Block’—
190 He was weak, and I was strong’—th… So He let me lead him in’— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me’—Home.