#AmericanWriters
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
