#AmericanWriters
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how