#AmericanWriters
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?