#AmericanWriters
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—