#AmericanWriters
400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
