#AmericanWriters
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
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—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion