#AmericanWriters
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday