#AmericanWriters
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature