#AmericanWriters
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.