#AmericanWriters
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -