#AmericanWriters
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.