#AmericanWriters
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…