#AmericanWriters
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility