#AmericanWriters
329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…