#AmericanWriters
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—