#AmericanWriters
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —