#AmericanWriters
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
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
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 -
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
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—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
