#AmericanWriters
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—