#AmericanWriters
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself