#AmericanWriters
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
’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
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone