#AmericanWriters
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
