#AmericanWriters
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!