#AmericanWriters
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
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…
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.