#AmericanWriters
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.