#AmericanWriters
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?