#AmericanWriters
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
Among of green stiff old
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
