#AmericanWriters
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—