#AmericanWriters
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing