#AmericanWriters
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—