#AmericanWriters
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
