#AmericanWriters
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—