#AmericanWriters
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn