#AmericanWriters
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
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