#AmericanWriters
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—