#AmericanWriters
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
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 fractured…
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.