#AmericanWriters
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
365 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
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—