#AmericanWriters
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…