#AmericanWriters
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.