#AmericanWriters
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
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…
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—