#AmericanWriters
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,