#AmericanWriters
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—