#AmericanWriters
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!