#AmericanWriters
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand