#AmericanWriters
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
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
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
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.
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
