#AmericanWriters
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
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,
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—