#AmericanWriters
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—