#AmericanWriters
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!