#AmericanWriters
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
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…
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
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,
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme