#AmericanWriters
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”