#AmericanWriters
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.