#AmericanWriters
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—