#AmericanWriters
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.