#AmericanWriters
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?