#AmericanWriters
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…