#AmericanWriters
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
