#AmericanWriters
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…