#AmericanWriters
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—