#AmericanWriters
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird