#AmericanWriters
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people