#AmericanWriters
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain