#AmericanWriters
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
