#AmericanWriters
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”