#AmericanWriters
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
