#AmericanWriters
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,