#AmericanWriters
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
