#AmericanWriters
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
