#AmericanWriters
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…