#AmericanWriters
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—