#AmericanWriters
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!