#AmericanWriters
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East