#AmericanWriters
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole