#AmericanWriters
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…