#AmericanWriters
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
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.
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine