#AmericanWriters
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.