#AmericanWriters
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.