#AmericanWriters
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -