#AmericanWriters
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
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—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I