#AmericanWriters
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
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
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate