#AmericanWriters
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—