#AmericanWriters
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—