#AmericanWriters
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…