#AmericanWriters
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one