#AmericanWriters
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
