#AmericanWriters
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—