#AmericanWriters
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
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—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—