#AmericanWriters
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—