#AmericanWriters
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale