#AmericanWriters
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!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
