#AmericanWriters
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…