#AmericanWriters
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—