#AmericanWriters
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,