#AmericanWriters
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
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—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—