#AmericanWriters
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—