#AmericanWriters
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
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—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—