#AmericanWriters
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
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—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—