#AmericanWriters
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
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—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.