#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
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
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—