#AmericanWriters
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
