#AmericanWriters
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—