#AmericanWriters
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
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
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.