#AmericanWriters
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
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
