#AmericanWriters
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
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—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
