#AmericanWriters
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!