#AmericanWriters
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…