#AmericanWriters
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—