#AmericanWriters
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time