#AmericanWriters
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?