#AmericanWriters
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.