#AmericanWriters
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.