#AmericanWriters
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
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—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
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
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—