#AmericanWriters
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.