#AmericanWriters
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—