#AmericanWriters
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—