#AmericanWriters
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn