#AmericanWriters
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
