#AmericanWriters
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
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!
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me