#AmericanWriters
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.