#AmericanWriters
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
