#AmericanWriters
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—