#AmericanWriters
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—