#AmericanWriters
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.