#AmericanWriters
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…