#AmericanWriters
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
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—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity