#AmericanWriters
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—