#AmericanWriters
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
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.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—