#AmericanWriters
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—