#AmericanWriters
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
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 -
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
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—