#AmericanWriters
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—