#AmericanWriters
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill