#AmericanWriters
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
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
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—