#AmericanWriters
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -