#AmericanWriters
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind