#AmericanWriters
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold