#AmericanWriters
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —