#AmericanWriters
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
