#AmericanWriters
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
