#AmericanWriters
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—