#AmericanWriters
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—