#AmericanWriters
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—