#AmericanWriters
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;