#AmericanWriters
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand