#AmericanWriters
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –