#AmericanWriters
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—