#AmericanWriters
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal