#AmericanWriters
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,