#AmericanWriters
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
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…
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.