#AmericanWriters
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—