#AmericanWriters
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—