#AmericanWriters
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.