#AmericanWriters
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—