#AmericanWriters
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
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…
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.