#AmericanWriters
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—