#AmericanWriters
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
