#AmericanWriters
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.