#AmericanWriters
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—