#AmericanWriters
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
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,
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
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.
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom