#AmericanWriters
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!