#AmericanWriters
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us