#AmericanWriters
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…