#AmericanWriters
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—