#AmericanWriters
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!