#AmericanWriters
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy