#AmericanWriters
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I