#AmericanWriters
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion