#AmericanWriters
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time