#AmericanWriters
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
