#AmericanWriters
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,