#AmericanWriters
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense