#AmericanWriters
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
