#AmericanWriters
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—