#AmericanWriters
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days