#AmericanWriters
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
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!
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—