#AmericanWriters
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?