#AmericanWriters
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
