#AmericanWriters
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw