#AmericanWriters
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
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!
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…