#AmericanWriters
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside