#AmericanWriters
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
‘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,
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—