#AmericanWriters
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
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…